Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Tear Each Other Apart

Chapter 199 Tear Each Other Apart

Margaret strode into the main house, her steps sharp and purposeful.

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Tyrone followed right behind her, carrying the briefing folder. Cheiron brought up the rear, pulling the door shut firmly behind him. Quentin took his post dutifully under the porch eaves, standing straight and rigid-blocking out the wind and any prying eyes from outside.

Margaret walked over to the table and sat down, pouring herself a glass of water.

“Eileen’s money can’t go to waste.” She took a sip and set the glass down. “The Hurst Group played its trump card. I need to give them a return way bigger than what they put in.”

Tyrone pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his long legs casually, a flicker of amusement in his green eyes. “What’d you have in mind? The Hurst Group does business across a dozen galaxies. Regular profits won’t even make them blink.”

“A whole new empire,” Margaret said softly, but the words carried enough weight to hang heavy in the air.

The room went dead quiet. Cheiron pulled a chair over across from her, his gray eyes deep and steady, fixed fully on her face.

“The Imperial Household’s closing ranks against me right now only because Greven’s scandal hurt all the nobles’ bottom line.” Margaret tapped her finger twice against the side of her glass, laying out her plan sharp and clear. “But they’ve never been a unified front. Stir the pot enough, and Greven’s remaining loyalists will split hard from Lesley’s core supporters.”

“How’re we gonna stir it?” Tyrone asked, a sharp, calculating glint in his eye.

“Greven was poisoning Lesley this whole time. Before he died.” Margaret laid her trump card on the table.

The words hung in the air, and Tyrone’s breath caught for half a beat.

Lesley was the Empire’s supreme ruler, a high-grade female on top of that-and Greven was her own flesh and blood. If this got out, Prime Planet would erupt into total chaos.

Cheiron was the first to recover, his mind racing a mile a minute. “Lesley has a genetic sequence defect— it’s top secret at the Academy of Sciences. Greven worked on the gene repair project back in the day. He definitely had access to the core formula.”

“Lesley’s got people around her 24/7. How’d Greven even get the poison to her?” Tyrone zeroed in on the key detail, sharp as ever.

Cheiron’s voice was calm, even mild, but there was a cold, clinical logic underneath. “Lesley takes a custom-made Spiritual Power Stabilizer every single day. Only Greven and a handful of lead researchers know the full formula. Tweak the ratio of just one inactive ingredient, and it turns into a slow-acting toxin -barely noticeable.”

Margaret added, “I went through Greven’s personal Holo-bracelet. The core data was wiped, but the leftover access logs show he checked Lesley’s classified medical reports every single month, like clockwork. That’s not a concern. That’s monitoring how fast the poison’s working.”

Primo had dug up that intel for her, and it was perfect-the final, deadliest piece of the puzzle.

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Chapter 199 Tear Each Other Apart

“You sure this is solid?” Tyrone held her gaze.

“Solid.” Margaret met his stare head-on. “But I don’t have proof.”

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“Good enough.” Tyrone offered a low, sharp laugh, the ruthless edge of a black market ruler flashing in his eyes. “In our line of work? Hard proof’s the last thing we need. Give me a motive, and I’ll build the whole rest of the narrative.”

Cheiron picked up the thread seamlessly, like they’d planned this a hundred times. “Lesley’s barely made public appearances in the last two years. The official line is that her spiritual power is declining. I can plant a handful of incomplete lab reports in Central Hospital’s old archives. No names, no clear proof—just enough to drop the idea of slow poisoning into the mix. Lesley’s paranoid as hell. She’s got her own private medical team. Plant that seed of doubt, and she’ll dig until she finds something.”

“Greven’s dead, but the network of people backing him? Still very much alive.” Tyrone started running through his available resources, ticking them off in his head. “The black market’s got info drops all over Prime Planet. I’ll have my people plant a batch of unmarked lab waste in the underground trading hubs. Tuck a few partial formula sheets in with it.”

“Lesley’s spy network will definitely pick up on it.” Cheiron picked right back up, the two of them falling into a perfect rhythm. “They’ll trace it straight back to Greven. The second Lesley finds out her own son’s been poisoning her? Her first move will be a purge.”

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